Seasonal Poems: spring

i.
and spring came tumbling
from a hope-shaped crack
in the sky,
a naked
falling
icarus
melting,
the ancient snow
of our hearts.

stripped of all our belongings,
we found ourselves,
like the once-skeletal trees,
clothed
in the colours of daisy and primrose
our lips chanting
‘new’, ‘new’
as the white curtains drew apart
and moist green love
spilled
over the dark earth.

then the woods were filled with Song.
a rabbit, out of hiding
led the way…
lost in the woods,
we became the whirling leaves
we became the whistling wind

even as the cuckoo in His stolen nest,
chirped cheerily of Death.

laughing,
we looked at each other
in the forest pool,
and lay singing
a lullaby of love and longing
in the sun-kissed grassy grave
of spring.

ii.
a butterfly with jewelled wings
kissed our dreaming silken skin
and Love grew on it.

in this suicidal paradise,
we unfurled ourselves-
our fingers of ivy
our limbs of slender birch
into the rainbow-hued stasis
of belonging.

but the shy blossoms
tickling our mossy green-ing toes
pleaded us to awake
their fragrance of promise
whispering
goodbye

and so soaring
we fell,
wingless.

iii.
hunted,
we left our butterflies,
our dream-entangled ivy
and returned,
desperate,
to the silent silver pool
and the emerald grass
and the Song of the cuckoo.

with the heart of a frisking lamb,
and the eyes of a chased fawn
we returned
to a world,
poisoned
by the Song,
ephemeral.

water rippled at His footsteps-
finally
our wanderlust-soaked soul
too, tasted the word
never.

feverish,
we RAN from the Hunter
we run still,
but the woods are silent now.

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i did a series of poems, inspired by the different seasons. will post them here, as the years go on. this poem was previously published in Mad Swirl.
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